A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear.

The kiss have not been stolen without an accomplice. What lies lurk within it? - for it certainly left something to be desired.

Can you think of a way in which you can become more and thereby give something back?

Love chases some, but waits for others.

Her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering*

She looked beautiful in her evening down

Within you, I lose myself. Without you, I find myself wanting to be lost again.

Promises are just lies embellished with pretty wrapping paper and bows as a distraction of their uselessness